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The Narcist Hope
Hope scattered the envelopes on her desk and began to count the bills in each of them after rechecking the amount written on it .Some workers got deduction for a loan or additional amount for their extra working hours.Love is the base of any work to do as her responsibility.It can not turn to despair even though she face some job problems .Counting the wages and put the bills into the envelopes was part of her nice time .She imagine how they wait for the day .They might have made some list of stuff to buy for their daily needs and a bit extra entertainment money could buy , just like the way it did to her.Engagement beetween wisdom pain ..in managing the income and the needs.Ready to go .ls better for her to come to the site or let them take the wages at her room office? Mmm..well ,she prefer to come to there ..it's nice to go out some times,not always be indoor.Embracing the envelopes in a leather bag ,she stepped out and found them all surprised seeing her coming ,they were f
The Narcist The Yellow Mud
The yellow mud sucks up the area of the small farm Lafthan made and the public roads leading in and out of the project. The road is just about to be built with the preparation of those heavy equipment standing ready to work on the land."Where does this yellow mud come from? "asked Elard who was on a tour of the project at the site.None could explain it at once .A teamwork who got responsibility on the base construction were gathering and have a discussion.All they could tell Elard was ,they were going to observe it and tell him as soon as possible.They had to make quick observation before overcoming the hinder.The sticky fluid yellow mud was something they found at the first time .So they must distinguished the previous findings about types of it .They must search from some information.From Madhav university.** Soil is a natural resource that can be categorized into different soil types, each with distinct characteristics that provide growing benefits and limitations.Identify
The Narcist Clay Ball
When ones talk of evil people with the dirty hearts can they be clean ones themselves? Being objective as an expert at certain field maybe different from common ones who base the sentiment only on the matter." Good morning '' said Lafthan .He called Aby but a female voice received him .He never know the named and face of her but he supposed it was one of his sister or maybe Aby' s mom . Why not Aby who got the phone? Is it Aby sister phone, means Aby had no phone or she took Aby phone for herself? Poor boy .."Good morning..who is speaking ?""I am Lafthan ,Aby 's friend at work"Milena glanced at the phone and thought about a coolie at the project. She detested it . " What makes me contact here is ..l heard something about Lev .He is sick .Is that right?"Milena wondered how can he know it . With such powerful tone she just responded coldly ." Why . " Not even the tone of question.As if she conveyed the feeling of saying ,"What the hell..it is .not your business"Lafthan
The Narcist Ruly
Lev rolled on the ground and cried uncontrollably when Oghan's nephew, Ruly, left him . He really enjoyed playing with him because he was three years older than Lev,Ruly could give in if Lev wanted to play 3 rounds and cheating .He would shut his mouth and understood then sure never protested or making comments. Oghan merely able to promise him that he would come visiting him again and brought Ruly with him .He continues to cry without anyone being able to stop it. "Want to come? asked Ruly . Surely he wanted to come with them but his mom and all the elder sisters didn't permit him to .Oghan did not really intend to come visiting again as only Lev, Aby and his father who received their coming warmly and kindly. Apart from the three, they really didn't like them and they even looked very disturbed by seeing them .Not welcoming,no greeting , no interest to know and have a talk with them and they knew the reason well.Cause they were low in their eyes.Lev continued to cry which
The Narcist Spoiled Boy
Aging came slowly. First the gray hair, then the wrinkles under the eyes and between the nose and that will always be on their way .. Aging is scary.. coming slowly but surely to everyone like death . Where is all that used to be there ? burning passion, physical strength..appetite, enthusiastic to face any disagreement then debating with anyone,rebel if necessary..but this one is not important.Not too much debate .It was all process ones passed through.Love that picture of youth which involving anyone who met at the passage all gave meritorious things on one ' talent to be oneself later on by teaching and learning directly or indirectly.There are guilty or benefit able ones on forming on the qualities.The past is a good storyteller that revealing who ones are.Learning by imitative acts is bridge of getting experiences and knowledge.Sometimes they want to be remain ignorance to play safe.It's the reason why only time move But not the virtue of maturity.When Aby w
The Narcist Cavan
Cavan was walking quickly to the Training room at 6 th floor of the building .He almost forgot his breakfast,but luckily he grabbed some boiled eggs and potatoes that morning before going. He was late a few minutes.A few others even later than that . But they still could have good seats and the session.The public speaking trainer was teaching and giving reviews on the trainees after each performance of the trainees who come at the hot seat one by one performing and practicing their public speaking materials.Some of them apparently nervous,a few showed over confident manner ,some other even shivered and so was the paper they read , while the rest were trying hard to be steady .A few only who seemed calm and knowing what to say . Usually they already had experience somewhere." The material for the discussion that was presented must be relevant," he said. Cavan read some handouts of Logan Hailey .*Snakes? Fine. Flying? No problem. Public speaking? Yikes! Just thinking about publi
The Narcist Trash!
Don't you want to just throw away all the things you no longer need? Garbage is useless because it's piled up, ugly and disturbing. So it's not pleasing to the eyes.What do you want to do then ? Some time people feel that way too? So can people be seen and treated as waste to be thrown away and dissapeared .. Where to ? Prisons, social homes, orphanages, shelters.. it's trash.You should and allowed to throw it away. .so that you feel comfortable. No smell,no junk.Can you see that way in fellow human beings. ? A lot of society's trash say criminals, corruptors, prostitutes, liars ..what do you want to do tothen? waste too? Where to ? prisons, social homes, orphanages, shelters.Aby sighed and stopped for a while under the shady tree on the way home .He fancied a glass of fresh fruit juice and a plate of steak . Tiredness make ones need new energy to form in the weak body .He thought about some people who throw away rest of uneaten food as trash ..after the cooks make so variou
The Narcist Bamboo Flute
"Sometimes I feel regret regression. Too much time has been wasted," said Lafthan, holding out a bamboo flute he made himself for Lev.Aby's eyes flashed because he was fascinated by the bamboo flute made of Laftan .lt was so nice with the loops and the crafts on its surface."I shall make one more for you too" , he said. Aby smiled shyly. "Use the one for lev first,then l make another for Lev " .he said .He smiled knowingly," You can make it yourself later .It needs a bit time to learn making it " .he said and continued to create one more bamboo flute .He used a special knife for that .If at times he cut himself by it ,he quickly put his finger into his mouth and put it under his tongue.lts an ancient medicine for being bled .Aby tried the flute and Lafthan looked at him with smile of admiration as the tune was so well played .Such a touchy rythmn.Obviously he learned it from school.Playing traditional music instruments.Aby hesitated, to manage his breath and put the bamboo flu